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Marauder Clan

 

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Birth of the Black Sap Clan=

A white coat covered the Kwai city. A freezing wind rushed into the illuminated but deserted alleys. Only the guards were at their posts, each one more refrigerated than the next, some even fearing that the cold would crack their graceful masks.

The watchers at the east entrance were watching the horizon with some apprehension.

"Toub*! I'm freezing my ass off here! This cold will eventually break my bones..... « 

"Don't tell me about it, we should have listened to the predictions of the wise Season... Come on, I'll get some wood for the fire. Be careful, with this marauding teleporter not far away, I'm never serene at this post.... « 

As soon as he got away, his colleague collapsed on a pile of snow, knocked out by a delicate silhouette, which headed towards the District of West Hollow, picked a lock and stealthily entered an apartment.

The Kwai's lair had changed little in recent months. The same pungent decomposition odors, the same traces of dried blood on the floor and walls. And still empty broken syringes, which littered the ground all over the place. Sitting in the middle of the room, next to a burning torch,[Ki'yumé] sharpened his sword while humming an air.

The hooded silhouette devised it for long minutes before emitting a sound.

"I have... I need you to help me. »

Surprised, the Zorai stopped his activity and slowly turned his head. He smiled when his dark eyes saw the face of the Matis.

"Ah.... That charming voice sounded familiar... You know that, though...[Rory]... I hate to repeat myself over and over again..... I already told you that! [Kiriga]] is no more. He perished in my womb, as weak and miserable as he was. »

She took off her hood and approached a few steps, her gaze seemed to pierce the soul of the Kwai.

"I know well... I'm not here for nothing, it's[Ki'yumé] that I need. Ma-Duk betrayed us.... Jena betrayed me... These miserable deities manipulate nations under the guise of their promises and gifts. But they're not gods, no, they're just pathetic impostors. The Marauders have proved it a thousand times by performing exploits without submitting to his fucking gods.

The Marauders are a free people! They are masters of their own destiny and no one will ever take control of it! I believe in their cause, but I need allies to form a clan. I knew how to trust him, so I'll learn to trust you. Then help me[Ki'yumé]. »

The Zoraĩ laughed sarcastically as he got up. He picked up one of his syringes containing a blackish mixture and stared at his guest's eyes.

"Beautiful speech[Rory]]. Freedom, destiny... of pretty words... But do you really believe in these words? Are you really who you think you are? I can help you.... The trust you're talking about.... Let's test it now! And I will support you in this glorious future. "A demonic laughter reasoned in the stinking den.

Matis' eyes were successively juggling between the mutilated mask of the Kwai, the splashes of dried blood and the syringes scattered all around her. She reached out her whitish arm to the homin and whispered a few words before clenching her teeth:

"Go ahead... Hurry up."

With a gentle and affectionate gesture, he placed the needle on a breathless vein in his arm, so generously extended. A vile grin appeared on his mask, which was shrivelled from all sides.

"Still brave, sweetheart, huh? Come on, welcome to my world...... Haha"

The amber tip penetrated the epidermis and the livid liquid slowly poured into the body of the graceful homin.

When the dose was injected,[[[ Ki'yumé]] removed the needle and threw it into a corner. Blood was spilled and mixed with the traces already scattered on the floor.

Like the roots of a tree unfolding in the ground, the poison spread frantically through its veins. In barely a minute, her usually pale complexion darkened, then the whites of her eyes turned black, she fell to her knees clutching her head, taken with intense convulsions. Ki'yumé knelt down and whispered in his ear:

"Let yourself go, princess. Go through this moment and if you survive.... Hey, hey... You will experience a well-being that even in your most fabulous dreams, you would never have imagined... »

She moaned like never before, her body was in such a trance that it looked like a disjointed puppet.

An hour later, she woke up slumped on a futo

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